"You take this, and I leave you at the safe house. We got everything you need there, and again you just lay low. If I call you then you appear. Here." Big Joe Said. He handed Dave a phone and a bag of groceries.
"Don't call anyone. You are a dead man."
"Okay, but for how long, what is your plan with all this."
Big Joe
was starting to get annoyed. He looked around thought about yelling at him, telling him to listen, but instead."
"They'll call me back, then I'll tell you. They always do that. They always ask for more, and when they do we'll be ready... There's book here and shit, you'll be fine."
It wasn't anything special, just an apartment, in a quiet area.
"Its all old people around here. They can't see shit. Don't worry."
Dave felt like Big Joe had so many things planned out for a guy that looked like a bulldozer. He wanted to tell him that. But Big Joe was walking down the stairs.
"Wait for my call."
Dave brought the groceries in and the door closed automatically.
Two tubs of ice cream, and 2 bags of fries, and 4 bags chicken nuggets.
